So if someone has a two pair and someone else says they have a three sevens but doesn't realize they beat the two pair and put their cards down facedown without ever turning them over and puts their hands up. In reality, who won? (let it be known that the person only ever called out their hand, nobody ever saw the two sevens he had in his hand).

dilemma 2.
Someone puts down a two pair and calls two pair. Someone else puts down a king which makes the straight but calls king-high. Who won?

Whenever I play in a tournament (sounds heavier than they are) people know that when somebody hasn't spotted what they have in their own hand you don't tell it to them; if you can't play the game you shouldn't be doing it for money.

If it's somebody who's just learning we usually let them have a full list of hands with them / tell them when they missed something.

Dude!
You're in Alaska. You should be doing your chef thing, and playing outdoors when you have a spare moment. No card playing for you! What a monumental waste of the brief time in that gorgeous place.

Everything I know about poker I learned from watching the movie Rounders. Unfortunately neither of your examples came up.
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Dang. Was anxious to look at those, but it just brings me to your teaser page, saying I have to have a Facebook account to view your page.

So right now I'm imagining what your photos would look like in my mind. So far my two favorites are the one of you running down the street in your boxers with a kitchen knife in hand chasing a moose, and the shot of you with the tail of a salmon in your mouth while a grizzly has the head of it in his mouth, trying to take it from you.

Ahriman said:
>hey, everyone! Something is outside my building...and it sounds like a bear...
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>I'm so druunk.
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>honestly, there is a bear outside my building. fuck. so tired. lseepy time :)
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So go out and tell that bear to shut the fuck up so you can get some sleep.

I had a bear call a few weeks ago. We had a big one, about the size of the dumpster it was climbing in, millling around one of the resort villages while a conference was in town. So we were called in to scare it off.

We carry these things called bear poppers, which are basically m1000 fire crackers which we light and toss in the general vincinity and the bear takes off.

Well my partner, who shall forever be recalled to as Throws-like-a-girl, lights this thing and side arms it. he fails to let go of it in a timely manner and the thing flies right past my face, the sparks from the fuse hit my face, and lands 10 feet to my left and explodes.

I told Throw's-Like-A-Girl he's lucky that thing had a long fuse or I'd have been pissed. I think the true extent of my anger was masked by the fact that I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants because his throw was so damn bad.